Luyện nghe bài hát The Mysterical Words Of The Wise

During the sleep like Black they'll come flying
The old they whisper to us.
The Magic Words out of the Space
fog - the Silver temple.

Covered with dust, of the old Wisemen
Sing a song of ancient ancestors.
The Magi understand the mysterious
They paint Signs - the turns yellow.

But we are at a deep sleep
We don't the Words for waking up.
The Beam of makes us sleep - why?
The mind is alive - frost.

But one time the Mystical Words will to life
(Men en dag vil de Mystiske komme till live)

wake up the Demons break the
(vekke Demonene freden)

The Butterflies will fly away, the will stay
The moonlith of Wisdom will shine the night